I have these photos from Levi’s first snow storm. It was crazy. Snowpocalyse. And we had such a great time. These pictures remind me of the wonder he has of just about everything. And I wish I could appreciate it more on a daily basis. He’s such a great, interested kid. What more could you wish for your child, other than being a productive member of society, than to be interested in many things?
And I hate snow. I hate being cold. I have Reynaud’s, which makes my fingers and toes feel like they’re going to fall off. Yet this day was amazing. It took forever to get dressed up in our warm-weather clothing: hats, scarves, long undies, shirts, sweaters, coats. And it was so worth it. There are so few days that feel that way. As if all the work that we put into having a good time is worth it.
So, for all these reasons I love these pictures. And I look at them when I can, because I had no idea ahead of time that it would work out this way. I need to be reminded that the perfect day may or may not come, but you can’t have it unless you get out there.
More interesting was the conversation I heard between my husband and my daughter earlier this evening. I was resting (stupid headaches) and hear him ask, “Are you allowed to be doing that?”
“Yes, of course,” she answers.
He tries again. “I think that’s Mommy’s. If I ask her if you’re allowed to color in it, is she going to say ‘yes’?”
But you’d really never know it based on my sketchbook or, some weeks, my camera. He just won’t sit still and refuses to have his picture taken most days. Today we had a penicillin challenge. He’s had serum sickness for it and cefdinir. It’s terrible: 3 weeks of itching, pain, and swelling. So poor boy spent 5 hours in a tiny room getting a bit of medicine ever 3o minutes or so. No reaction, though I don’t think I’ll be giving him either class of drugs if we can help it. And if we can’t, I’m going to need to give him zyrtec when we start giving it to him.
But I brought the wrong few pencils. And I sort of hate using watercolor pencils. They’re not as fun as real watercolor. And when you grab colors that aren’t primary it’s hard to mix them. They are fun to have on hand to finish up a watercolor, though.
I do like the way his hair came out. I’ve given him a bit of a fauxhawk, and didn’t know how to show that. I’m always happy when just looking and drawing what I see works. It always feels a bit like magic.